Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.